This is a stupid mustache. The kind of stupid mustache and goatee my brother has. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say this was a painting of my brother, surrounded by the thickness of PB&J flavored vapor from his ridiculously large, rectangular, electronic cigarette.
My brother is the kind of guy that is always right. And NOT because he is actually right. My brother is always right because he refuses to listen to anyone else.
And that wily look in his eyes… when you first peer into them, you think that is the expression of fear or anxiety, which it easily could be. But in time you realize it’s the look of crazy. He doesn’t have that stare because he’s crazy. No, he walks around like that because you’re crazy. And my brother is right about that, just like he is “right” about everything.